There is an Ah-Pek living two floors below my flat. Thin, bald, friendly looking old man. Eversince he learned that hubby is a cop, he starts to complain things to him which are related to crime, well, sort of.

One day, he found me. Hoping that I'll convey the crime details to hubby, he told me this incident.

Ah-Pek : Itu atas tingkat lua-puloh-lima ah, banyak kotor!

Me : Apa pasal kotor?

Ah-Pek : Haiyah! Itu ala bulak malayu bikin kotor la. Buang balang sana sini.

Me : Huh? Apa macam kotor?

Ah-Pek : Haiyah! Lia olang banyak main kotor la.

Me : Main apa?

Ah-Pek : Itu main tonggeng.

When he said tonggeng, he showed a slight motion. I laughed out loud. Later, I thought, what in the world was he doing on the 25th floor when he's living on the 9th?

Today, he found me again. His plant was poisoned by a "babi punya olang". "Kalau wa lapat tangkap itu babi, wa sue dia naik high court!" Wow, man! Can he do that? High Court. Don't play play ok!